As he looked up, the board flashed the arrival of Gia’s flight. Sin headed to the gate, knowing that Firewire would be first off the plane. Whatever press had been in the terminal earlier had either left or been escorted out by security. Sin arrived as James and Derek emerged from the jetway surrounded by more security. Sin took a step forward but an airport guard blocked his way. Derek waved the guy off.
“It’s okay, man. He’s with us,” the drummer told the guard.
James grinned. “Not exactly. He’s with her.”
He pointed over his shoulder and Sin’s eyes followed. Wade’s broad shoulders blocked his view but since the bodyguard didn’t have Gia in a fireman’s carry, Sin figured she wasn’t drunk. He pushed his way past Joey and smiled when he saw two hands shove Wade to one side.
“Ya big clown. Get out of my way,” she joked. “Where’s my man?”
Wade rolled his eyes and Sin laughed, happiness exploding inside him at Gia’s teasing words. He didn’t care if it was a joke. He knew it for the truth. He was one hundred percent Gianna Santora’s man.
He held out his arms and she ran into them, hugging him hard. He kissed her quickly, mindful that there might still be photographers lurking, although he hadn’t seen any.
“This better be the last time I fly without you,” she grumbled as she laced her fingers with his. “It sucked major ass.”
“I’m not gonna argue with you on that point,” he agreed as they followed Wade through the terminal.
Once in the limo, she climbed on his lap and straddled his thighs, cupping his face in her hands as she rained kisses over its surface. His cock went spike-hard. He pushed up her shirt and filled his palms with her bare breasts. The stiff nipples stabbed his palms.
“God, Gia. I love your tits,” he moaned, squeezing them.
“I thought you loved my ass,” she replied and sucked on his earlobe.
He shivered as lust quickly turned his brain to mush. “Tits, ass, pussy, hands, feet… You name it, I love it. As long as it’s yours.”
Sin buried his face in her cleavage, turning his head to suck one taut rosy nipple into his mouth. Gia hissed in a breath.
“Oh, Sin. That feels so good.” She rubbed her chest against his face. “What we did on the plane was hot but nothing is as good as when you touch me.”
Neither of them noticed the rocking of the car as it sped toward their hotel. They spent the ride in foreplay, touching and kissing and licking whatever they could without stripping naked in the limo. Once they reached the hotel, Wade led them to their suite and locked them in with a wide grin and a reminder to call him if they wanted any dinner.
They shed their clothes as they stumbled toward the bedroom. Falling across the mattress with his feet a tangle of socks, jeans and boxers, Sin struggled to kick free of them. Already gloriously naked, Gia yanked on the offending clothes and tossed them to the floor. Leaning back on his elbows, Sin watched as she crawled up his body, the sway of her breasts mesmerizing him.
“You were so hot today,” she purred. “Only for you would I fly sober. All I could think about the whole flight was tasting you, licking you…”
She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and Sin groaned loudly. Gia grinned at him as she slid her fingers slowly along the swollen length. Sin’s skin prickled with goose bumps. She lowered her head. Parted her lips. He held his breath. Her tongue flicked out and teased the wet tip of his cock. He let out his breath in a whoosh and she took him in her mouth.
Balancing on one elbow, Sin fisted his free hand in her silky hair. She sucked him expertly. The hot, wet vacuum sent flames licking along his nerve endings.
“If you had been on the plane with me, I would have let you suck me in the bathroom,” he panted.
Her eyes glowed up at him, the deep violet irises filled with heat. She didn’t stop sucking him though. Her head bobbed and her hands cupped his balls, teasing them until they drew tight to his body.
“I would have fucked your pussy with my fingers and licked every drop of your honey from them after you came.”
The more he spoke, the harder she sucked, deep throating him, pulling on his balls, rubbing her fingertips over his sensitive anus. Sin spread his thighs and let her feast, telling her all the dirty, delicious things he would have done to her in the plane’s bathroom. He could smell her arousal, could see it in the depths of her eyes and how she touched him. He watched her master his body and knew with every cell in his body, every atom of his soul, that he loved her.
Her wet finger circled his anus as her tongue swirled over his cock. The pleasure only she could give him ignited in his gut, sending flames along his spine, the heat engulfing his groin. Her violet eyes narrowed and she stared intently at him as her tongue flicked the spot on his cock head that drove him wild. Lightning struck him as she thrust her finger into his ass at that same moment.
With a strangled cry, his body bowed up off the bed, his orgasm slamming into him. His cock throbbed. His ass throbbed. His balls exploded and he filled Gia’s mouth with his cum. She watched him as she swallowed, her fingers dancing seductively on his thighs. He quivered with the aftershocks of ecstasy. No woman had ever made him come as hard or as fabulously as Gia. He would gladly die with his cock buried in some part of her body. He figured it would be a magnificent way to go.
Finally, she lifted her mouth from his semihard cock, cleaning it meticulously as she went. Staring at him, she licked her swollen red lips.
“You taste like jelly beans,” she murmured.
He laughed. “Ouzo shots with the Greek takeout last night, remember? Anise? Tastes like black licorice.”
She smiled languidly and crawled up his body, stopping when her breasts hung in his face like ripe, luscious fruit. “So you need how much time to recover?” The purr had returned to her voice.
Sin breathed in her unique scent. He wished he had the sexual stamina of an eighteen-year-old again, not that Gia didn’t do a damn good job of making his cock think he did.
“With you, baby, I need about half the time I normally would. My dick loves you,” he teased, thinking, I love you too.
“Good, because he’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen and I love him too,” she replied with a breathless chuckle.
Hearing the word love spill from her lips even as a joke made Sin’s heart turn over. He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her mouth to his, kissing her fiercely. He turned with her in his arms, pinning her to the bed and parting her lips to taste himself on her tongue. Her body knew she belonged to him, responding to his touch like a flower to the sun. Sin vowed to himself that he would find a way to keep her. He’d been waiting his whole life for her. He’d be damned if he let anything stand in the way of the happiness he felt shimmering just there at the edge of his fingertips.
Setting aside his serious thoughts, he turned his attention to Gia and proceeded to show her with his body just what she meant to his heart.
Chapter Six
They’d been on the road for a total of six weeks, during which time, Gia and Sin’s affair had stayed under the radar with only the occasional rumor hitting the press. Gia suspected that the silence had to do with the road crew covering for her at Wade’s request because of her stalker. No one wanted a repeat of that terrifying situation, so no one breathed a word of the fact that Sin spent his nights in her suite. Calling attention to her relationship with her opening act was the sort of publicity that tended to draw out the lunatics. In the past, every time her name had been linked with a man, no matter how briefly—and they were all brief—threats had cropped up. Most had been traced to Reinhardt but since his imprisonment and the advent of copycats, no one wanted to risk Gia’s life when they could just keep silent.
They were coming up on their first break in the tour and Gia wondered how to spend it and still keep her relationship with Sin a secret. In truth, she didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore. She’d rather be able to hold his hand and kiss him whenever she felt
like it. Staying on the “down low” had become seriously annoying.
She’d pretty much acknowledged to herself that she’d totally fallen for Sinclair Carstens. She thought about him constantly. Whenever they were apart all she could think about was seeing him again. She couldn’t keep her hands off him either. She’d always been a highly sexual person, but being in love with Sin had kicked that up a few notches to the point that it seemed her panties were constantly drenched. With the break coming and time off just around the corner, Gia feared that her fling with Sin would end when they all went their separate ways for three weeks.
When they arrived in Chicago it was late and they’d gone straight to bed, curled around each other and fallen fast asleep. Gia had awoken with Sin’s cock pressing into her from behind, filling her so full she could barely breathe. Their coupling was slow and sweet and made her heart ache with love. She clung to him, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to lose the most incredible man she’d ever known. He must have sensed her raging emotions, because he held her more tenderly than he usually did and murmured soft endearments in her ears.
Finally, Gia got up and went to soak in a hot shower. She had sore muscles and aching joints from all the strenuous nights of playing to sold-out crowds. The road was a hard life and as much as Gia loved it, she hated it in equal parts, and her body complained daily about the abuse she put it through. When she turned off the water, she heard a piano playing. The music drifted toward her, calling to her. She toweled off and wrapped herself in a thick hotel robe. She glanced into the bedroom but Sin wasn’t there.
Gia followed the sounds of the music. Still damp from the shower, her hair hanging in a tangled wet mass, she peered into the main room of the suite, wondering what CD Sin had put on. The entertainment system stood dark. Startled, her eyes took in the picture Sin made as he sat at the baby grand piano in faded jeans, barefoot and bare-chested, his long fingers moving expertly over the ivory keys.
She hadn’t known he could play the piano. She didn’t recognize the song, either. Its plaintive notes grew in a crescendo of sound that told of someone whose spare life had suddenly become rich and full, laced with happiness and fulfillment. The melody called to her and she itched to write lyrics for it. Lyrics from her heart.
Silently, Gia acknowledged that the music uncannily matched how she’d felt since she’d met Sin. Unsatisfied with her life, with the lack of emotion and intimacy, she’d been ripe to fall in love with a man who wanted something more than a single night with her. She didn’t know exactly where her relationship with Sin was headed, but he made her feel complete and she would forever be grateful to him for this little piece of heaven he’d given her.
Driven by the music, unable to stop herself, the words spilled from her mouth in a clear, bell-like tone, very unlike the sexy whiskey tones she used when she sang Firewire’s songs.
A piece of heaven
In your arms each night
I can’t go back
And I won’t fight
To hold you if you want to fly
My eyes, my arms are open wide
My heart knows that this is right
Always my soul belongs to you
Traded for a piece of heaven tonight
She crossed the room as she sang, noticing the stiffening of Sin’s back as her voice rang out. When she reached his side, he stopped playing and let his hands fall to his thighs.
“Where did you learn to play like that?” she asked quietly, recognizing the training behind his expert playing.
His eyes met hers, his expression serious and intent. “Where did you learn to sing like that?” he countered. “That’s no rock ‘n’ roll voice, Gia.”
She shrugged. “So I have a trained voice. Lots of rockers do.”
He shook his head. “No, not like that. You could sing with the likes of Placido Domingo or Andrea Bocelli.”
Her brows arched up. “And how would a two-bit rocker from Grants Pass, Oregon know that?” She rounded the piano and sat on the other side of the bench. “You didn’t learn to play like that from some piano teacher in Sunday school, Sin.”
He smiled then and played an arpeggio. “You’re right. I didn’t.” He tilted his head and looked at her. “I did go to college, you know.”
“So did I. Where’d you go?”
He drew a breath and began to play. She recognized the song instantly. Mozart’s Sonata in D major. She raised her hands to the keyboard. Somehow, Sin had guessed she’d know the famous four-handed duet. As they played, she watched his hands. Her pussy throbbed as his long fingers moved over the keys. Those fingers had played her as well as they played the baby grand.
“I graduated from Juilliard,” he murmured as the music flowed around them.
Gia sighed. She should have known. His pitch was just too perfect. She slanted a look at him through her lashes. “I went to Oberlin Conservatory,” she admitted.
He grinned at her wickedly. “Really? Old school? I would have pegged you for a Berklee grad.”
With a laugh, Gia stopped playing and smacked his shoulder. “My mama wouldn’t let me go to the big bad city. She thought the depths of Ohio would be safe for a seventeen-year-old.”
“I bet you got into way more trouble in Ohio than you would have in Boston,” Sin said with a laugh. He switched back to the song he’d been playing when she came in. “Sing those lyrics again, please. I’ve had this song in my head for weeks but the words would never come. Yours are perfect.”
Gia blinked at him. “You wrote this? It’s beautiful.”
Sin laughed again, this time very softly. “I’ve been calling it Gia’s Song in my head.” He glanced down at her, his eyes filled with emotion. “It’s how you make me feel, Gia.”
She swallowed hard. The moment had come, the one she’d yearned for and yet dreaded for weeks. “Sin, I…” Tears filled her eyes and she broke off, sniffling. Again, she sang the words that seemed to fit the song so well.
A piece of heaven
In your arms each night
I can’t go back
And I won’t fight
To hold you if you want to fly
My eyes, my arms are open wide
My heart knows that this is right
Always my soul belongs to you
Traded for a piece of heaven tonight
She stopped and looked up at him. “I love you, Sin.” Emotion overwhelmed her and the tears that had gathered in her eyes spilled over. “I love you so much.”
The music died away as Sin’s arms came around her, holding her tightly.
“Oh, baby. Gia, I love you too,” he whispered.
He kissed her and her tears ran into their mouths. Gia didn’t care. Sin loved her. Her piece of heaven had just expanded to fill the universe.
Sin lifted his head and wiped away her tears. He had the most brilliant smile she’d ever seen on a man’s face. She turned her head and kissed his rough palm.
“So where do we go from here, baby?” he said softly.
She grimaced. “Detroit. Ugh.”
Sin laughed and hugged her. “Not on the tour. You and me.”
She tipped her head to one side as she gazed at him thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before.”
His brows shot up. “Never?”
“Nope. You’re it, mister.”
The fact that he owned her heart felt right too. Gia never would have thought of herself as the kind of woman to give so much of herself to a man, but Sin wasn’t just any man. He was special because he “got” her. No one had even come close before.
Sin brushed her damp curls back and dropped a kiss on her lips. “I guess we’ll just have to take it a day at a time. Four more dates and then we’re off for three weeks. What happens during the downtime?”
Good question. What the hell did they do for the break? And then there was an even bigger question of what to do when the tour finished months down the road.
“We’ve got nothing schedul
ed during the break. What about you?” she asked, rubbing her palms over his bare chest.
He grinned. “I could go for three weeks off. How about we take a vacation and rent an island in the Caribbean or something? Just you and me.” He loosened her robe and slipped his hands between the lapels.
“That would be fun. But just going home would be okay too.”
Her fingers teased the waistband of his jeans and he sucked in a breath. His cock hardened beneath her arm. He nuzzled her throat and the heat inside her body crept up about ten degrees.
“Home where?” he murmured against her skin.
“Mmmmn.” She eased open the first two buttons on his jeans. “I have a house near the beach in San Clemente. You could come home with me.”
“Being alone with you sounds spectacular. But what do we do when the three weeks is up? Just go back on the road? Keep doing what we’re doing?”
Sin raised his head and their eyes met. Gia saw the serious expression on his face. Despite the fact that they’d only just admitted they loved each other, Gia found herself wanting to take the next step. What she had with Sin felt so unbelievably awesome that she needed to know that they were on the same page about the future. She swallowed hard, mentally gripping her courage.
“What do you want, Sin?” she asked. “Because I’m at the point in my life where I need something other than a string of one-night stands or an open-ended, fun-filled summer of sex.”
Sin’s hands cupped her face. “I didn’t ever want either of those things with you, Gia. I’ve always wanted a relationship. You’re the one afraid of commitment.”
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